How do we cope with the tragic death of parent, comedian, and actor Robin Williams?
We are sad, perhaps even a bit angry that he left us on his own terms. Wait…what?
Oh, yes, that’s right we are upset because…well…we are upset.
Like in any way we could be the ones to choose?
How many of us have stopped to step into his shoes, to see the world through his eyes?
How many wondered what it was like to look back at a career so full of ups and downs, but I think maybe mostly ups;
or at least those are the memories I always try to choose.
The frenetic, amazing and un-repeatable performances.
The awards; the accolades from your peers.
The sheer joy of being at the top of your game.
Then, one day, you look in the mirror.
The performances aren’t as amazing.
The offers, the jobs, those to, are fewer and further between.
You say to yourself…”I can do this, just like I did when I was 20 or 30 or even 40″…but, sadly, you’re the only one who believes it.
Calls aren’t returned. Inquiries go unanswered. The big names have moved on to a new crop of fresh meat.
There is the selfish pain we all choose to ignore.
Perhaps, in this scheme of things, it is ultimately our choice.
Perhaps, the steps along the road become just too difficult to take.
Perhaps, in total disregard for everyone else, but yourself; you make a choice.
You close the door.
Slowly close your eyes
…..and the laughter begins, the applause cavalcades over you like a tidal wave and washes away a lifetime of demons.
from rw to rw….